I don't speak the language

I got a puppy on Sunday. His name is Gus. Gus and I don't exactly speak each others language right now.

Outside.

Potty.

No...well I'm pretty sure he gets my drift with that one.

Sit.

Stay.

Even...Gus. (Wait...he looks at me...you're talking to me?)

Oh there is so much growing and learning we have to do. But we'll get there. Eventually, we will get on the same page and I won't feel like such a horrible mom when I put him in his kennel to go to work and he cries like someone is killing him. Because he'll finally figure it out that I always come back for him.

But the point is, we're both growing. He's just growing (like a weed really), but he's also learning. Even after three days, he's getting the hang of the crazy schedule and the routine. And I'm growing too.

No matter how old you get, it's important to keep growing. Whether it's mind or body. No one wants a shrivelly brain that doesn't function on all cylinders.

Meanwhile, Gus and I will continue to master things like stay, don't eat the remote and stay off the couch. I feel like I'm growing already.

YOGA UPDATE: Day 8. It's going well. I'm proud of myself for being so dedicated. Even yoga at home has gone well. My little body definitely feels the effects. It's amazing what you can do when you put your mind to something. Maybe that's why I wrote this blog. I feel like this bender has opened up a new part of my brain. It gives me something to think about and work toward. It has given me something to accomplish.